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“Feelings don't try to kill you,even the painful ones. Anxiety is a feeling grown too large. A feeling grown aggressive and dangerous. You're responsible for its consequences, you're responsible for treating it”

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Book:The Rest of Us Just Live Here

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The Rest of Us Just Live Here

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Patrick Ness, born on October 17, 1971, is a renowned author from the United Kingdom. Known for his unique writing style and engaging narratives, Ness has made a significant impact in the realm of young adult literature. His works often delve into complex human relationships and emotional experiences, resonating with both young readers and literary critics. more

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